"Recitar! Mentre preso dal delirio,
non so più quel che dico,
e quel che faccio!
Eppur è d'uopo, sforzati!
Bah! Sei tu forse un uom?
Tu se' Pagliaccio!
Vesti la giubba,
e la faccia infarina.
La gente paga, e rider vuole qua.
E se Arlecchin t'invola Colombina,
ridi, Pagliaccio, e ognun applaudirà!
Tramuta in lazzi lo spasmo ed il pianto
in una smorfia il singhiozzo e 'l dolor, Ah!
Ridi, Pagliaccio,
sul tuo amore infranto!
Ridi del duol, che t'avvelena il cor!"
I am but a broken man, but the show must go on...
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
The Questionaire
He sat there tapping his pencil against he table.
The paper sat in front of him. It read "Where do you see yourself in the future."
He honestly did not know what to write. Every time he thought of something, a flaw would appear in the logic. This made deciding on something near impossible.
It should be said first that he was a logical person. Very logical. To him the world was a place that had a 99% explanation rating. Everything had a reason to it. The 1% then was that irrational anomaly which just could not be explained. In this 1% included: governments, emotions and women. Of course his future was included in this 1% as well.
He looked down again and sighed.
The paper sat in front of him. It read "Where do you see yourself in the future."
He honestly did not know what to write. Every time he thought of something, a flaw would appear in the logic. This made deciding on something near impossible.
It should be said first that he was a logical person. Very logical. To him the world was a place that had a 99% explanation rating. Everything had a reason to it. The 1% then was that irrational anomaly which just could not be explained. In this 1% included: governments, emotions and women. Of course his future was included in this 1% as well.
He looked down again and sighed.
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